brown water flows
through the homeland
constant chirping

we sit on the porch
and knit
while cars drive by

camping under the stars
the ocean
of whale songs

catching frogs
dad watching
the sun go down again

sticky under
sweatshirts
around the fire

August night
even the bugs are
too hot to move

the sun
catches the eye
of the boy at bat

itching
bug bites
by the fire

reflections
on the court
beads of sweat

grandma's peach tree
the fruit matching
the sunset

old sneakers
crusted in mud
of the entire summer

perfection~
the bounce of a ball
the swish of a net

she smiles at the sun
but it rains
and there is no light

flat lake
torn at dusk
the boy's jet ski

hand raised
ball soars
nothing but net

as the sun sets
her day begins
night owl

we play
in the creek
till dark

music in the kitchen
boiling water
for the spaghetti

He downs a glass
        of watery honey
Too old, too young.

rain enough
for your toothbrush
and mine

morning's sunny glory
fading into a
professional nod

the salty taste
of cooling down
welcoming shade

companions by the patch
watch for rabbits
the cold firing pin

light switch flick
nothing happens
burnt out bulb

t rex
in my uterus
it hurts

popcorn bag
blows across
the empty drive-in theatre

Fine then!
I will be a dandelion,
weed in name alone.

still water
boats docked
until next year

swirling tides
lapping at our
shaded pool

the dogs run
trees, everywhere
Where's Rocky?

reggae music
the house floods
with sunlight

dreaded sunrise
parents patiently pack
move in day

laying in the pool
covered by sunlight
Summer

bare mattress
some things are better
blank

Grandma's quilt
folded and packed
in the back of the car

ice Clinks
auburn Sky
cards with Grandma

sticky Hands
up the water slide
a perfect day

wandering
through the aisles
where are the notebooks

father pushing his son
down a sidewalk
being his legs

leaves falling
Friday night lights
welcome the boys of Fall

warm outside
staying inside
homebody

man on the moon
can you still see
the stars I see

crayon days: friends
boy phase: friends
bells play: friends

days become shorter
shorts
packed away

brown grass
just as thirsty
as I am

ice cream stand
sign on the door
CLOSED FOR THE SEASON

lemonade
and laughter
a reunion

drinks poured
secrets spilled
solitary confinement

midnight at a desk
taking off his glasses
to breathe deeply

my reflection
        ripples with the water
Sunday morning

life of the party
sweet innocent girl
in between

cornfields
lice travel
in his hair

sunrise
a shovel strikes
again and again

strawberries
roll onto the floor
we all laugh

last-minute scramble
can't even find a pencil
college

pencils sharpened
stickers ready
small hands clapping

front porch in my rearview
GPS navigation begins
I don't look back